★★ A sunny morning presented itself through the windows, while sausage browned in a pan. For the first time, the logic of putting hardboiled eggs into a lasagna almost made sense—nothing seemed too dense to feed the body now, with the cold and dark closing in. A little past midday, dark gray swept over everything, with pale glowing patches where the clouds were torn and the torn spots occluded. The building made sharp creaking noises; the Hudson, which had been a bright-blue green, went slate gray. The Monopoly board lay in dimness on the rug. And then the eventful short afternoon turned again; clear blue overtook the sky, and the murky river became silvery. The toddler was more than ready to go out into it.
Tuesday, November 12th, 2013
36 Polly Asks: New York Magazine Wants Me to Write Ask Polly For Them. Should I Tell Them to Piss Off?